Good Stuff - Donald Fagen

I walked into Looney’s

Tired and tight

Me and my Julie

Been fightin' all night

Bankroll don’t like it

When I come in late

We got a big beef

With a small concern

We must liquidate

We cab down to the St. Mark

For a lookie-loo

They all lounging in the lobby

Then we do what we come to do

Lotsy goes down easy

Moe takes it in the face

Weinberg Brothers

Run for cover

Squirtin' metal all over the place

There’s a special satisfaction

When a job comes off so right

Better break out the Good Stuff

The Boss wants to party all night

My Julie’s in the chorus

On Mr. Ziegfield’s stage

My little canary

In a golden cage

I’m goofy on the girlie

But she runs hot and cold

It’s a relief to get marchin' orders

And do just what I’m told

Tonight we jack the convoy

Two hundred barrel run

Trucked in from a brewery

In East Patterson

Roll in 'round midnight

Deliver to the Speaks

All out bubble, no trouble

Whole crew gets to dip their beaks

There’s a special satisfaction

When a job comes off so right

Better break out the Good Stuff

The Boss wants to party all night

It’s just about dawn

When I finally get home

I find my Twist

With that punk Johnny Rome

So I popped 'em both

And I ankle downtown

To a hot house in the Tenderloin

Need to kick that gong around

There’s a special satisfaction

When a job comes off so right

Better break out the Good Stuff

The Boss wants to party all night